C290 Victory and Defeat Were Already Decided

Chen Zhe was caught completely off guard and sent flying through the air, his handsome, smug face sweeping the dust from the ground as he landed.

Xiaoming stood his ground, casually holding his sword sheath with one hand and shaking off his hand. He was still not quite accustomed to a body of blood and flesh, his movements never as precise as those of a machine.

Chen Zhe, sprawled on the ground